Who is Richard Russo

Richard Russo (July 15, 1949) is an American novelist, short story writer, screenwriter, and teacher.

Early life and education

Russo was born in Johnstown, New York, and raised in nearby Gloversville. He earned a bachelor's degree, a Master of Fine Arts degree, and a Doctor of Philosophy degree from the University of Arizona, which he attended from 1967 through 1979. The subject of his doctoral dissertation was the works of the early American writer, historian and editor Charles Brockden Brown.

Career

Russo was teaching in the English department at Southern Illinois University Carbondale when his first novel, Mohawk, was published, in 1986. Much of his work is semi-autobiographical, drawing on his life from his upbringing in upstate New Yor...
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Julia_azari: this sentence hits a lot different than when i first read richard russo's straight man in 2002. how funny and pathetic middle-aged academics are, i thought.
Shawpsych: i found richard russo's straight man amusing at first read when i was working in a hospital. as an aging academic, it knocks the wind out of me in this read. great book.
Societyachievrs: priyanka chopra is looking forward to the release of the russo brothers’ much-awaited series ‘citadel’. it stars her as a spy along with richard madden. the series will stream on prime video from april 28.
Kevinfoti62: fire in mexico kills at least 39 in migration center near u.s. border
Johncallaghan03: this is based on the fabulous and hysterical novel straight man by richard russo. can not recommend this book enough!
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Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
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